Confident he had guessed everything, under golden wire frame glasses, Zhuo Wei's eyes were nothing short of sharp.
Watching his domineering demeanor, Xu Fan couldn't help but chuckle.
He only needed to move his lips, and he'd have Xu Fan offering up forty million. This guy really had quite the appetite.
"So you're saying, Journalist Zhuo, that this is essentially a robbery?"
"You could see it that way."
Zhuo Wei, with no hint of modesty, calmly nodded,
"My friend, I'm truly sorry, but my brain works very well. Today, you've fallen into my hands. If you don't want your beloved lady friend to be caught in a scandal, you should placate me willingly."
"Heh heh..."
Listening to Zhuo Wei's meaning, even if Xu Fan delivered the money right before his eyes, he wouldn't utter a word to him.